I have a rather dysfunctional relationship with my hair. I love it. I hate it. I like keeping it long. I want to cut it all off. I am fiercely protective of it. It binds me. It shields me. It defines me. It annoys me.
I have a lot of hair. (On my head. In case you were wondering if my knuckles scraped the ground. They don’t. Yet.) I wear it long not necessarily because I can, but because it actually makes it a little bit more manageable. I know what you’re thinking – “But long hair is so much work!” It is, but the sheer weight of it pulls out the natural curl/wave that I have. It helps to get to the goal of having it nice and straight instead of wavy/curly and frizzy.
I’ve been neglecting my hair as of late, though, and I really need to do something about it this week, since I’m going to the SITS Bloggy Bootcamp in Baltimore this Saturday. I don’t want to show up there looking frumpy. But I’ve had trouble finding a hairdresser here in Small Town PA that can actually handle my head’o’hair.
It’s been hacked and whacked and razored and only half the haircuts I’ve had since I moved here have ever turned out even half-decent. I have been an extreme challenge to every hairdresser locally who have put shears to my hair, and so far none of them have been able to figure out what the hell to do with it.
Isn’t it interesting how us women tend to be ’emotionally attached’ to our hair? I’ve always wondered why that is. I cringe when I see pictures of myself that friends have recently started posting on Facebook. Here, you can laugh at with me about some of my funky ‘dos from the 80’s (and these pictures were all before I decided to get braces as an adult):
That was when I kept it shoulder-length and permed it. I don’t know why I thought adding a perm to already unruly wavy/curly hair was a good idea.
My sister Kimn (on the left and yes my parents added the extra ‘n’ to her name) has just as much hair as I do – we’ve exchanged many hairdresser horror stories over the years. Too bad my friend Collen (on the right) doesn’t live near me – she went to beauty school and I used to let her use me as a guinea pig. But she never screwed up my hair like some of the hairdressers here in PA have.
Notice how I sort of had a female mullet going on? I went with a girlfriend to a beauty school to get a haircut, but the gal that was working on my hair was intimidated by it, so she asked her teacher to cut my hair instead. The teacher was too busy talking to pay attention to what she was doing until she finished one side of my haircut – I was mortified that she had cut my bangs to somewhere in the neighborhood behind my ears. Her response was that it was a bi-level and everyone was wearing bi-levels. My tearful sarcastic retort was “But I’m not everyone!” She had to cut the other side to even it out, but didn’t charge me for the cut. Or I refused to pay for it, I can’t remember. I do remember I left in tears, though.
This next picture is pretty much how I’ve worn my hair since eliminating the spiral perms I used to get with regularity. In fact, in a couple of months this picture will be 12 years old! Time sure flies by way too fast. Currently it’s waist length and not quite as bright blonde as it is in this picture:
For the most part that is how my hair has been for years. I blow dry it straight then tame it with a curling iron or a flat-iron. I’ve tried to get hairdressers to cut it into layers so it would look like this when I curl it:
But instead they hacked it into oblivion and ended up cutting the layers off so it would grow back out and I could start all over. Needless to say I haven’t had my hair cut by a ‘professional’ since last June. Here’s hoping I find someone with magic fingers this week – I’ll keep you posted. Wish me luck!
Meanwhile, the question I have for you is how do you communicate with your hairdresser to convey what it is you want them to do with your hair? Do you have any hairdresser horror stories? I have the impression that they have a language all their own, so I’m thinking that’s where I might be running into issues with explaining what it is what I want, in spite of the visual aids.
Edited to add:
Linking up with Jade’s My Memory Monday: